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me?' she faltered, although sheguessed
what the allusion meant.


81 think you will never quite forget
the hours which we have passed to-
gether here" he said, with seemingly
a regretful glance around the room, and
at motherly Mrs. Merron, asleep over
her knitting before the fire. "They
have been hours TO be remembered by
both of u.s."
He had bent over her until his dark
mustache brushed her forehead; he had
clasped both her hands. There was the
tendereSt significance in his musical
tones; the fascination of what seemed
tenderest love gl0wed in the brilliant
eyes.
Dodo trembled. She had made him
her hero undoubtedly; but in that in
slant her whole being recoiled from
MN. Why, she could not have ex-
planned; she only knew she was aroused
somehow to true knowledge of her
own. feelings. He had charmed her
fancles for the moment, perhaps, but
no loye--Sweet and Supreme-WOuld
ever thrill her soul for him.
ought to have gone BEFORE" he
continued, uneasily, as if he were dread
ing some reproaeh from DOdo herself.
But was hardly preSentable with
pulled purple bruise decorating a goodly
half OF my cOuntenance. And my desti-
nation Is nearer than you guessed, Dodo;
my dear little girl, you and / are to
meet again, and often"
Dod0 noticed the uneasineSs of his,
tones, his entire changed ex preston
and with sudden, quick instincts he
grasped the truth.
"YOu are-are-Mr. Lestrange?n she
gasped, with a strange look in her big
Drown eyes. ''YOu are my cousin Greta's
promised husband"
lie bowed in manner so conscious
and embarrassed that all Dodo's honest
little soul arose to hot Indignation
againt him.
He was no longer hero in her sight.
He was an lnSineere, shallow trifler who
had amused himself with her simple
bushes at his practiced flattery.
Such sublime audacity, such consum-
mate falSlty, stunned her. With look
OF whitening seOrn she turned and left
him in utter disgust.
II pity Greta, cross and selfish as she
Is, D0do thought, as she went slowly
up the steps of the old yellow stone
mansion.
AS she entered the pleasant family
sitting room Greta pressed rudely
and Sullenly past her and tripped up the
stairs.
Mrs. Grey was weeping almost con-
wHlSlyely in her invalid chair before the
fire.
'.What has happened, aunty?'' the
girl queried, anXiouSly and affection
ately.
Dodo was sincerely attached to her in
valid aunt, whose trials had, indeed, been
many and grevious.
1T is that mortgage" was the piteous
answer. ''There is to be an immediate
foreclosure. We shall be absolutely
homeless; there wont be 500 left after
the sale. l don't care for myself, nor SO
much on Greta's account-she can earn
her own living if she chooses; but there
are the poor children-Tommy and
Willy! What Will become of them?"
DOdo stopped and kissed her aunt in
gentle sympathy, but she was silent.
D0dO, L can't ask you to do anything
That might make you unhappy" the
weeping woman resumed, land it seems
cruel to remind you that | have been
like mother to you. But, my dear, if
you would only consider everything and
then decide to do what l would like.
AND David is waiting for you, dear. He
is in the parlor now.''
Dodo'S pretty face flushed with
sudden sense of her own lack of feeling
everything as she might have done-that
was certain.
Mrs. Grey had indeed been like a
mother to her. In her orphaned and
penniless childhood she had been taken
INTO the family as one of their own. She
had shared and shared alike with them
In everything; no hint of her depend
ence had ever been permitted to pain
her. Even the selfish and sometimes
Greta had treated her en-
tirely as sister. And when the dear.
kind uncle left them she mourned him
as one who had been to her like an in
dulgent father.
The flush had vanished from her
pretty cheeks; her face was pale and her
large brown eyes very serious as she
opened the parlOr door and advanced
rather tlmldly toward the gentleman
waiting for her.
The serious eyes dropped and her
voice chOked as she glanced at the earn
est face and fine SaXOn-lOOking figure OF
her patient, true, old lover.
How could she have tried to shut her
foolish heart against the love of one all
noble and loyal ever? she wondered.
But she meant to be frank with him:
she would confess all her folly-she
would even tell him about that dreadful
mortgage, and then, if he loved her no
longer. she could not blame him.
He misinterpreted the agitation of the
pale face, and checked the confession
before it was begun.
Il am not here to hurry your answer,
Dodo!' he said very gently. ''You
shall have your own time about that.
my darling. L have come on quite a
different GRAND. l have just learned
that your aunt has been threatened
with some financial trouble, and 1
have ventured to adjust the matter by
buying the mortgage. knew how hard
it would be for her to give UP her old
home, and how hard it would be for YOU
to see her in such distress when she has
always been such good mother to you.
And so just took the affair in nv own
hands and her trouble is ended. WHY.
Dodo, my little love, what is this?" he
finished in surprise.
For Dodo had suddenly flung herself |
race downward on the sofa, and was
crying as If her heart would break.
And it was the mortgage which had |
come between you and me, DAVID she |
cried, with a nervous laugh mingling
with the sound of tears. II would;t |
marry you just because poor aunty |
wanted your help about it, and tried to |
hate you, and -"
''And you couldn't" he interrupted |
n voice shaken with its sudden deep |
yladnesS, as he took her in his arms |
md kissed the wet eyes and quivering |
FPS.
II couldn't, she admitted, with
charming frankness. ST loved you all |
he time"
And so David Carlyon won his bride. |
Greta became eventually the wife of |
Ter elegant Mr.. Lestrange, and regards |
herself as the most fortunate of women. I
Lunatics East and West.
omaha World.
Eastern Man-You folks are acting
ike pack of lunaties. The idea of